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I had a vision. Regulus. Fur cloak. Snow. Red nose and rosy cheeks.
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I did it
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it was soo hard guys... my back hurts *cries*
but well, i did want to draw the cuosins together so..
pls look at reg and ev, lmaoo they didnt want to be there, andromeda looves lil dora, narcissa being the perfect miss, meanwhile bella and sirius won't stop moving
it was alphard's idea, he and ophelia wanted a picture of all the kids together<3
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@into-the-jeggyverse / jewelry / 428 words // for @velanavis & @del-stars
“Is it possible for you to not be the center of attention for one moment?” Regulus grumbled.
James smirked, a smug grin spreading across his face. “What else could you possibly be doing that’s more important than admiring me?”
Regulus closed his eyes. “Anything would be more important, James.”
As arrogant as ever, James leaned back and bit into his apple, his shirt riding up just enough to reveal a happy trail. Regulus absolutely did not get distracted by it. No, under no circumstances.
“You’re such a fucking slut, Potter.”
James moaned dramatically, followed by a laugh. “Oh, say that again.”
“Prick,” Regulus muttered, glaring at him.
James set the apple aside and ran a hand through his hair, eyes closed and panting, “Keep going, baby. I love it when you get mean.”
“Whore,” Regulus bit out. But his blown pupils betrayed him completely.
James turned to look at him fully. “I suck dick like one too.”
Their interaction was interrupted by a mocking laugh. Shit. He’d forgotten that Barty was in the room.
“Don’t stop on my account,” Barty said, shifting in his seat to face them, his smirk just as insufferable as James’. “Please, go on—what exactly makes James Potter such a distracting slut, Regulus?”
James’ eyes widened, and he leaned forward, clearly more than a little interested in Regulus’ response.
“You won’t do it,” James challenged. “Always too careful not to stroke my dic— I mean ego, right?”
Regulus narrowed his eyes. “It’s that slutty fucking jewelry piece you wear around your neck.”
James laughed, undoing a few buttons to reveal the dainty gold necklace with a heart-shaped pendant.
“Yeah, that fucking thing,” Regulus replied, biting back the thought of how often he’d pictured that pendant swinging above his face while James fucked him senseless.
“It is pretty slutty,” Barty chimed in, clearly enjoying himself.
“It was my mom’s,” James countered.
“Well, then your mom is a—”
“Lovely person, I’m sure,” Regulus interrupted, shooting Barty a warning glare. “Unlike you.”
Barty shrugged, unbothered. “I stand by what I said.”
James leaned closer, his cocky grin returning full force. “Didn’t know you kept such a close watch on me, Regulus.”
“Get over yourself.”
There was something about fighting with James that always lit a fire in Regulus. He was insufferable, smug, and annoyingly clever—but god, he was also hot.
“You’re the one who called me distracting,” James teased.
“Maybe if I find something to keep your mouth full, you’ll stop talking,” Regulus shot back.
This time, James actually blushed.
“Yeah,” he said, his voice quieter. “Maybe.”
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Doing dishes and a bubble beard. Which I believe was suggested by @damnapathetic <3
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people on TikTok don’t realize fic binding didn’t begin with idiots selling mass printed fanfiction on TikTok-Shop. They think it started as a negative thing ON TIKTOK😭it started on tumblr years ago as a way to appreciate authors!! It was never about selling fics, we’re AGAINST THAT HERE and always have been. I am so tired of the way TikTok rewrites fandom culture.
Hi there,
I don't think it's overstating to say that I'm the person who first popularized fanbinding on Tumblr. I began binding fic in September 2018. It was and is an exciting, novel way to participate in the traditional fannish gift economy. You do it with your own two hands, and you have the chance to make an extravagant gift to authors whose often very personal work means so much to you. In the process you have many opportunities to create close personal connections within fandom.
Because there are so many wonderful fics out there, one person could never give them all the love and recognition they deserve. I really wanted to see the practice grow beyond myself. I wrote a detailed manual of my process and offered it up for free so other people could join in. In the years since, Renegade Bookbinding Guild has arisen, always as a team collaborative effort, and it's remained a community focused phenomenon that explicitly supports open knowledge sharing without fees, deep respect for fic authors, and fosters more practice of that gift economy. You, dear reader, are welcome to join us in this project. We have bound thousands of books at this point, and every day more books are born.
I'm not on TikTok, but I've been linked to a lot of misinformation being posted on it over the last few years. I've also heard about a lot of profiteering going on, taking advantage of the hard creative work other fans have freely offered to feed our souls. Speaking only for myself, I think it's a damn shame that some are so quick to commodify the work of other fans. Gifts should beget gifts, not grifts.
When we treat fanworks as free "content" from faceless sources, to suck down voraciously and demand more, or make a quick buck off, the supply will start to dry up. Fanworks are labors of love, but they are still a lot of labor. The energy that keeps folks engaged and creating is essentially a feedback loop. Many authors and other creators are spurred onward to make more, write another chapter, draw another porny picture, bind another book, simply because of the sheer joy they see that their act of creation gives to other fans. I see the Renegade philosophy as helping to supply that energy back into the system. Fic authors deserve that we respect their works as their own, and that fic you love that they spent so long writing deserves every bit of fawning, gibbering, ranting, sighing, rec listing, and sometimes binding, that we fic readers might offer it in return.
ArmoredSuperHeavy, Dead Dove Publishing 2024.11.26
"Gifts should beget gifts, not grifts"
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happy birthday sirius ❣️
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I looked at my mother because I was a version of my mother. I looked away from my mother because I was a version of my mother. I was me, but I was also her—my mother, and I understood this all too well.
— Nora Lange, "Dog Star", pub. The Rupture (#120)